Walking into the lobby is like stepping into a warm, slightly beige hug. It smells clean, there’s a massive TV showing the news with the sound off, and the receptionist actually makes eye contact. It’s the most reliable thing in your life, apart from your own anxiety.
The rooms are what you’d expect: a bed so aggressively comfy it could adopt you for the night. The Hypnos mattress is the real star. You know that feeling when you lie down and your entire soul goes “ahhhh”? That’s this bed. You won’t toss or turn; you’ll just vanish into a coma until the alarm screams.
There’s a desk in the corner that’s perfect for pretending you’ll do some work. I spent a good twenty minutes staring at the kettle, trying to remember if I’d packed any Earl Grey. Spoiler: I hadn’t. But the hotel’s own tea bags are perfectly adequate for a tragic solo cuppa.
The Pub Experience (No, Really)
One of the best bits is the on-site restaurant, The Bar + Block. It’s attached to the hotel, so you never have to brave the elements. It feels like a proper pub that has been tidied up for a visit from your nan. The steak is surprisingly good, but the real hero is the bottomless soft drink option.
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I once walked in there looking like a windswept disaster after a day of meetings. The waitress just nodded sympathetically and brought me a giant glass of Coke without me even asking. It felt like a rescue mission. The chips are also the kind that make you forget your own name for a minute.
Breakfast is the full English you’d brag about to your friends. The sausages have a bit of snap, the bacon is crispy (or floppy, if you’re a monster), and the hash browns are those perfect, golden rectangles of joy. It’s the kind of breakfast that makes you forgive the hotel for that one squeaky floorboard in the hall.
